#flooded-chambers

(( This Clemont is just slightly tricker to play than mypast ones, because he’s being forced to invent for purposes he does not evensupport, and he’s well aware of it, so that sort of evaporates his usual canondemeanor and brings light into this, well, this 'new' rather melancholic Citron.

I say tricky because before I started RPing in the Pokemonfandom, I’ve been in other RP communities, and I’m used to trying to get mycharacters to act like they do ‘canonically’. Since this is an AU and Citron’sparticular backstory is rather heavy, I have to take a few liberties when itcomes to him, including suppressing the cheery demeanor almost entirely. sweats

Valerie had her sleeves wrapped around the water type master’s arm, while her head nuzzled against it. "But I do not want to go. When I am here at Team Rocket, I feel safe from them... as if they cannot get to me. And it has been so long since I have last seen you. When you disappeared, I did not know where I might find you... and now you are here."

Valerie herself did not know if she truly wanted to stay... She was not one hundred percent safe being at Team Rocket, but she was safer than not being there... Or at least, so she thought. Besides, her anxiety prevented her from leaving.

She hugged Siebold's arm tighter, and this time, tears began to stream down her cheeks. "I don't want to leave you... please, it isn't the same without you and Grant. I just want things to be like how they used to be..." Valerie sniffled a little bit, and wiped her nose against Siebold's sleeve.

Mornings were always the best time of day for Surge.  He might not believe in the whole 'early Pidove catches the worm' crap his parents had tried to force on him as a kid (which he had ignored, being the little shit that he was), but the army had trained him to rise early and be ready for anything, and he had embraced that lesson well.  But even beyond that: he felt at his best during the morning hours, his energy high and his senses at their sharpest before the sun reached its peak. 

With spring finally starting to warm the mountain, the weather had finally turned from gentle snow to steady rain.  Not the thunderstorms he could look forward to with the rise of summer, but a constant downpour that quickly soaked through clothes and down to skin and bone.  

Needless to say, while Surge wasn't one to mind this kind of weather, it wasn't his favorite to be out in. 

After his morning patrol with Volty hiding in the relative protection of his jacket, the former Gym Leader showered, changed, and made his way through the base toward a poorly explored quarter of the facilities.  He'd heard that there were battle arenas somewhere, and he'd heard rumors about a pool that for some reason the Grunts tried to fill with spaghetti. 

He really didn't want to know what that was about. 

But with the weather as it was, he didn't feel like staying outside by the lake to work with his Lanturn.  Though they had made progress, he didn't trust the electrified anglerfish not to shock him if given half a chance. 

So it came as a relief when he found a sign by a pair of double doors that read POOL.  And lucky for him, it wasn't a trick referring to billiards; the wavering reflections off the water's surface rippled across the walls and ceiling in the low light.  It looked Olympic size to Surge, though he couldn't claim to be an expert: more than enough room for his purposes. 

As he reached for the Lanturn's pokeball, a splash caught his attention; the lieutenant looked up to see someone already in the pool. 

Probably not the best time to release an electrified anglerfish. 

It Had Been A Long Time Since Meowth Had Been In The HQ Cafeteria, It Seemed Like Nobody Had Gone Near The Room Since The Food Gained A Life Of It’s Own And Went On A Rampage One Night – Somehow Still Not The Worst Food-Related Experience They’d Seen. The Food In Team Rocket Had Never Been Spectacular To Begin With, But Apparently When It Threatened To Start Biting Back That Was Where People Drew The Line.

However Today Meowth Broke His Ongoing Avoidance Streak For A Very Good Reason – Something Smelled Good. Normally He Wouldn’t Be Easily Led Astray By His Stomach – In His Opinion Alone That Is – But It Was The First Time Something Had Actually Smelled Edible In The Cafeteria Since Before He Had Joined (Possibly Even Before He Was Born) And Coming From Someone Without A Nose That Was A Pretty Big Deal.

So, Veering Off Track Ever So Slightly From His Journey To The Break Room, The Feline Found Himself Sneaking Into The Kitchen And Going In Search Of The Source Of The Delicious Smell. Creeping Around A Few Counters And Cooking Units, The Cat’s Whiskers Twitched With Hunger As He Got Closer And Closer To What He Was Looking For, Eyes Widening As They Met The Sight Of A Pot On Top Of One Of The Counters. Bingo.

she's drunk uh oh

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[21:29]>Can u pls find my remoote, i cannot even Im. stuck